I think that we're lost again and this looks like
the shitty side of town. We're running out of gas
and the sun is going... down... down... down. Time
to turn around and start heading back in the right
direction now, but my map is upside down. I just
wanna make it to the show, but I don't think that
we're gonna go. I can see the headline now...
"Four punks found dead again... We know you
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/NL8F ]don't care... but, film at ten. And, now on to
sports." Things are looking bleak, everybody
thinks that I'm a geek. We're hiding all our cash,
my fingernails are digging in the dash. "Why
didn't you ask for directions? What Cracker Jack
box did you find your license in? You stupid piece
of shit... I'll never ride with you again!" I
just wanna make it to the show, but I don't think
that we're gonna go. "Just pull over let me
drive!" Everybody wants me dead. I think the
club is up ahead. It feels good to be alive!